Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.